The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

"You are late," she said. Her voice was thin, stripped of warmth by the cold air that swept across the gravel. I stood at the edge of the clearing, breath misting in the dim twilight. The fog was rising from the valley floor, thick and white, swallowing the trees. It looked like the end of the world. Or the beginning. I could not tell which. "Forgive me," I said. I adjusted my satchel. The...

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